Poems by Sylvia Stults

Yesterday morning I opened my hands
I thought with a smile the places they've been
Building sand castles and catching fireflies
Nature was best, that's where happiness lies

Picking up seashells, or gathering stones
Flat ones were best for skipping when thrown
The pond would then ripple as countdown began
Four, five...Ya, I beat you again

Grabbing a rope that swings from a tree
Landing with a splash, letting go, count of three
Holding a stick for a marshmallow roast
Or filling pie irons, the crust made of toast

The lesson I learned was put down your phone
Create the memories your hands have shone
Appreciation will be felt for all of earth's lands
As your child grows older, looking down at their hands

Lord, where you lead, I will follow
Unafraid, of what lies ahead
I pray, in Word, for discernment
With a heart, burdened, heavy led

It's a pull, of which, I've never felt
Doors opening, likewise, the same
No logic, rhyme, nor reason
As if, you're outwardly calling my name

I walked through the gates that are narrow
Witnessing, obstacles fading away
Nothing can stop the power of God
In life's challenges, come what may

And once at my destination
Humbling hit the soul
With respect and pure intentions
It's to God I do extol

Like the birds that soar the ocean
And the whales that breach the sea
God navigates and communicates
To all humanity

All you have to do is but listen